(Katniss's POV)
The pounding of Mays footsteps echos in my brain. I look to Peeta and her gives me a sympathetic smile as he grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb over my wedding ring. Soon after Brogan clears his place me and Peeta begin the dishes. We are like a ream, we work together flawlessly, him washing the dishes, and me drying and putting them back in their rightful spots in the cabinets. The usual chores do nothing to ease my mind.
"Peeta?"
"Yeah?" He says barley glancing my way.
"How do you deal with it?" I ask slowly. This question throws him off a bit, but he barely skips a beat.
"I don't."
"What?" I say turning him around to face me.
"I don't, I think about it everyday. It pains me that you have to go through something like this, but thankfully we can help each other through this. May loves you. She always has. Remember how old she is, and well its not like we are completely in the right either. We didn't per say lie to her, but we didn't tell her the truth."
I nod slowly, understanding every word. I crack a small smile at a thought.
"What is it?" Peeta asks, matching my grin.
"I forgot to tell you that I told Brogan we are to go some where, just me and him. Any suggestions?" He chuckles and thinks for a second.
"You still got good aim?" I jokingly shove him for his foolish question.
" 'Course."
"Well, Brogan has been talking to me about this new laser tag place. I was gonna take him next weekend, but..." He finishes his sentence with a sly smile.
"Thanks, I love you." I stand on my toes and my lips gently collide with his.
"I love you too, Katniss." I giggle and ruffle his blond curls, his deep blue eyes boring into mine. I go for another kiss and our tongues dance with each other. When we part, I bit me lip.
"I've missed you Peeta." I purr.
(May's POV)
The ticking clock is starting to get on my nerves. Math class is getting on my nerves. My life is getting on my nerves. I hate this. I hate avoiding my parents, and I hate hurting them, but I can't stop. I know they were probably trying to well, um, protect me, but they lied to me. I become lost in my thoughts and I look around to see students standing holding their books labeled with various classes. I jump out of my seat, and walk out of the class with my notebooks. I speed walk my way to my locker. I open the door and am thrown off by my my face. My hair and skin are the same but my eyes... . My eyes posses something deeper than confusion. Deeper than fear. And I don't know what it is. I have no one. No one who truly can understand what I am going through.
I slam my locker shut and can hear pens and pencils fall of the inside my locker door. I sigh and head to history. I enter the class room and many fall silent. It has been almost a week since our grade found out about my parent and I still am met with stares everyday. Some of sympathy. Some of worry. Some of fear. But what did I expect, am now apparently the daughter of two of the most people in Panem. I sit in my usual seat and pretend not to notice the look of worry on my friends faces, that I see out of the corner of my eye. The class starts and the teacher stands up from her desk. The class is a blur and I no longer care to hear what she has to say. Then I hear something that catches my attention.
"Katniss and Peeta were able to survive for two weeks without much food, water, and proper medicine. Without the medicine to cure his leg Peeta Mellark would surely die." My teacher says.
My head snaps us and my stomach churns as I take in this newly found fact.
"Five days after the games started Katniss found an alliance with a young tribute. A young tribute from district 12 named Rue practically saved Katniss's life when she tipped her off about a nest of Tracker Jackers. Katniss saved herself from the pack of Careers that included Peeta when he warned her about Cato. When he finally arrived that's how he got the large cut that nearly too his life. But As I know he was a smart boy and was able to camouflage himself in the moss near the river using his talents in art." The teacher finishes.
I slowly come to resent myself. What is wrong with me?! My parents were fighting for their lives in that arena. Why can't I show sympathy, or just plain forgive them for not telling me. I don;t really know. I sigh and look to my left to see another student raising her hand.
"Yes." The teacher says, and the boy starts.
"One thing I don't understand is why the citizens of Panem during that time stood for the horror of having their children ripped away from them and placed in a death match?" He says. The rest of us, including myself, nod, showing we share in his confusion.
The teacher sighs, "Boys and girls, you all need to understand the way things were that time. For over 70 years we were told time and again that this is how things go. The districts served the capitol, and all each family could do was hope and pray that we get through the reaping without losing a member of our family. We grew up knowing we would be lucky if we lived to sixty. We envied those whose ribs didn't show. Our lives were threatened on a daily basis, but that's just how things were. If you even tried to do something about it, you would be killed on the spot."
Each and every students mouth hung open in despair and horror for what we were just told. Even a tear has sprung to a fer girls eyes, including me.
"I remember many children who were from the seam would usually just have berries or nuts or even just mint leaves for lunch. I could see my ribs, and I was one of the lucky ones. Many went days without a proper meal. Let me ask you all something, have you ever come across a deceased body. I have. Many adults who grew up here have as children and barely thought anything of it. We would morn the poor soul and would simply call for a couple adults to bury the body." She pauses for a moment, and hesitates, as if not wanting to continue.
"I always hate bringing this up but you need to know this to understand this lesson." She clear her throat and speaks in a quiet pained voice.
"My family is dead. My mom, my dad, my little brother. All gone. Immediately after the 75th hunger games, the capitol send hovercrafts with fire bombs to this district. Only about 800 of us made it out and to safety in district 13. The capitol people and especially the president were corrupt and evil people. Who else would love a television program that show children dying left and right. And only a few, now tortured soles, survived."
Silence. I am crying now. So is Ali. And I may even see a tear on Lars's cheek. The bell rings and I a get up. Everything is in slow motion. I feel numb. Like I am under water. I can't breath I am drowning. I am falling and being swallowed by darkness.
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Sorry for the short one, I am just really mean and wanted to leave you on a cliff hanger! Please review and leave suggestions! Bye!